Most books, like their authors, are born to die; of only a few books can it be said that death hath no dominion over them; they live, and their influence lives forever.
J. Swartz
Little girl standing, and I'm so alone,
Little girl whispers, stranger come home.
Sad little eyes, so much to say,
Oh what a game, little girls play, and it must be.
Wrong to love you like I do, it must be.
I get off my things, I lay down in the side lanes
I don't feel that I hide, just permanently ride
And I'm waiting for your gentle rain
Something that'll help me learn
But one look at her and you know
None of your friends come near you
They've given up trying to steer you
Because you're turning away
Turning away from love
Lately you look so ragged
Tell me where our time went
And if it was time well spent
Just don't let me fall asleep
Feeling empty again
Cause I fear I might break
well there's a love gone down on mine
suicidal voltage line
she send signals out of distress
she devil she evil
she's got you reelin' on a rockin' machine
I can feel a chill of a cold November wind
Here in Oklahoma that means it is wintertime again
Every time I think about the rain and sleet and snow
I start dreamin' about siestas underneath this sombrero
[Chorus:]
Yes I've been dreaming about you every day
Each and every day
Had I been thinking about you all night long
I even wrote a song
Just to try to tell you how I really feel
Uptown girl
She's been living in her uptown world
I bet she never had a back street guy
I bet her mama never told her why
I'm gonna try for an uptown girl
When there is love, I can't wait to talk about it
When things get rough, I like to walk with you
Or when it's night, I like to be the light that's missing
And remind you every minute of the future isn't written
Not yet
Yo, yo, yo
What the **** poppin' man
This the Drama King man
Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent *****)
Mutha****a, uh, Harlem to Queens mutha****as
